Peaches Not So Sweet

It's the fifth Thursday night I spot the same couple of teens 

going about doing their own separate thing

crowded around the park piano,

cursing out a thinning slew of kids

feeding the resident Mephistophelian birds

 and on occasion, slow dance

to a loud

 but deaf beat

doing everything

from eating soggy peaches

you know are sticky, sickly sweet

but play a single note from the unopened piano keys

He always brought a plastic bag of dewy store bought peaches

She always flung the uneaten pits at the space between the swings

He'd talk about the growing tragedy that is the underrated hit

Charlie Bartlett and they'd both made a point to loudly agree

Fall came around, meaning fewer people showed up

They came and they went, sticking to routine

until eventually she didn't

Didn't stop him from showing up

Quiet boy eating a single, sticky peach

Came back to try replicating the same exact things

I don't remember when, but he suddenly didn't show

A day, a week, eventually a month passed

And the piano was still 

On occasion i'd bring a bag of store bought peaches

To eat on that same bench

And leave the pits between the swings